War

I can't stand it,
Stand the war
War of nothing at my door.

There are the flags of white raised up high-
But really it's just a disguise.

To take down the army with insidious charm.
Without a plea, without any surface malicious intent.

Still I can see it,
Still I grow weary of it.
Still it lingers, twisting and suffocating,
All that of which I know.

The war of silence, smiles, and lies.